Mengzhou is relatively large in area among all the states of the Min Dynasty, and its economic strength is much stronger than other states, although there are also two states, the area is the smallest, but the economy adds up to the first place in the Min Dynasty, and it can even be compared with the Min Dynasty.

An important factor in measuring a state's economic strength is the number of alchemists and their grades.

In the past, there were only more than a hundred alchemy masters in Xiaozhou, where Jiufang Ming was located, of which only Ye Chang was a fifth-grade alchemist, and the rest were all below the fifth-grade level, in this case, Xiaozhou could be ranked in the top ten among the major states of the Min Dynasty.

Today's Xiaozhou, even if there is only one alchemist in Jiufang Ming, he can be ranked first, for no other reason, a nine-grade alchemist is worth thousands of eight-grade alchemists, not to mention that there are two or three grades everywhere.

Dream City, in the middle of a secluded lakeside, there is a man and a woman boating and fishing, so comfortable.

Jiufang Ming held the fishing rod, looked at the calm lake, and recalled the past.

And a stone suddenly broke the peace, and the sound of Jiufang followed the sound, it was Yan Qitong who threw it.

"It's been a long time, and still no fish have taken the bait. Yan Qitong looked at the water and threw another stone.

At this time, Jiufang Ming, who was wearing a hat, coupled with the white hair exposed, made people think that this was an old man fishing.

Jiufang Ming smiled and said nothing, feeling the girl's snuggling, and the breeze blowing on his face, but Jiufang Ming no longer felt Yan Qitong's lively breath.

"You've changed. Jiufang Ming fiddled with the fishing rod and said.

The boat floated on the huge lake, and the soul butterfly flowers on the lakeside were scattered in the wind, and when they fell, they flew like butterflies.

Yan Qitong got up absentmindedly, and then hugged Jiufang Ming from behind.

The heart of the Nine Directions is rippling, like a lake, and there are 10,000 soul butterfly flowers falling into.

"But I still like it. Jiufang Ming took off his hat and turned his head to kiss Yan Qitong.

After a long time, the lips of the two parted, and Jiufang put away the fishing rod with satisfaction, but the fish was not caught.

Nanming Gong boated and fished, not intended to fish.

"The beautiful scenery of Dream Lake is rare in the world. Jiufang Ming watched countless soul butterfly flowers fall at this moment, regretting it at the same time, but he was really shocked.

The soul butterfly flower blooms once a day and withers on the day it opens, so you can see this wonder almost every day.

"In the future, there will be very few such beautiful scenery around me. "Jiufang Ming caught a soul butterfly flower.

Yan Qitong smiled, "Where you are, it is beautiful." ”

Jiufang watched the Soul Butterfly Flower wither rapidly, then flipped his palm and let it fall into the water.

"I will live up to you in this life. Jiufang got up, drove the boat to the shore, and then slowly left.

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After some long journeys, Jiufang Ming and Yan Qitong stopped and stopped, and finally arrived in Xiaozhou, and it was not far to return to Jiufang City.

After many days of tiring journey, Jiufang Ming and Yan Qitong found an inn to stay temporarily.

As soon as he lay on the bed, Jiufang Ming felt a deep sleep, and it was difficult for the pill to dispel.

In the haze, Jiufang Ming noticed that there was a formation under his feet, and it seemed to be ......

A thousand years ago, the Yunteng Continent felt the chaotic Illusory Yuan Power, and the Nine Directions immediately made a judgment.

Jiufang came out of the big array and stopped in an open space in front of the main hall, the ground was extraordinary, but a whole naturally formed superb yuan stone.

The whole open space is glowing with various colors, corresponding to the five elements. The intensity of the Phantom Yuan Force far exceeded that of any other place on the Yunteng Continent, and it was really a creation that seized heaven and earth, violating the laws of heaven and earth.

This place is still a hundred meters away from the main hall, but it is a place where some of the sect members of the Honghuang Temple live and cultivate, and the concentration of Yuan Force has reached an outrageous level.

Although cultivating here is very dangerous, after all, this Desolate Sanctuary is in the most dangerous mountain range in the Yunteng Continent, but it has the advantage of being a hundred times faster than cultivating elsewhere.

And although this is just an open space, ordinary disciples are not qualified to set foot in half a step at all, only those who have cultivated high enough can go to this open space to cultivate, and the time is limited, according to the level of cultivation.

Practicing for one hour to three days a year, and the rest of the year, it is necessary to consolidate the benefits gained from here.

It's not that the Flood Desolation Temple is stingy, it's just that the vitality of Lingyan Pavilion is too strong, if you don't have enough cultivation, you won't be able to bear it even if you stay here for a minute, and you will explode and die, and even the dantian will be blown to pieces.

Although the new disciples live next to the Lingyan Pavilion, they can only enter for half a day at most every year, and of course, the benefits of living next to the Lingyan Pavilion are already privileges.

There were already people in the Lingyan Pavilion, and all the twelve generations of disciples of the Flood Desolation Temple that they had seen during the day, together with the overlord Kou Tian, a total of eleven people, were all sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing their eyes and concentrating, holding all kinds of magic tricks in their hands, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

The shock in Jiufang Ming's heart at this time was really indescribable, and he recognized at a glance that the positions and techniques of these masters of the Flood Desolation Temple were forming the top formation of the Flood Desolation Temple, the Phantom Heaven Array.

In this special period of the Five Elements Disorder, only in Lingyan Pavilion, a holy place that violates the common sense of heaven and earth, can the formation be used normally.

Jiufang Meditation just wanted to step into the temple, and then his eyes were dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed.

The middle and outer periphery of the Phantom Beast Mountains.

"Roar!"

At some point, with the Nine Directions as the center, a layer of mist fell silently within a radius of one kilometer.

The closer you get to the Nine Directions, the thicker the fog becomes, and the more lethal it must be.

It didn't take long for some beasts to accidentally discover that after being injured, they still had blood wounds, and as long as they came into contact with this mist, they would magically stop the bleeding automatically, so they all rushed towards the fog thick.

Slowly, more and more beasts and phantom beasts rushed over, and they all gulped down the rare mist.

At first, in order to swallow the fog in a hurry, the beasts were still fine. Even pythons and forest rats, clouded leopards and gophers and other phantom beasts and beasts do not interfere with river water.

But with the arrival of a group of wind leopards, the scene began to be chaotic.

The Wind Xuan Leopard is also a social phantom beast, often with hundreds of them as soon as they appear. Although they are all low-level phantom beasts, the attack and defense capabilities of the individual are much stronger than those of the evil eye, not only are they fast, but they are also born with wind blade magic.

Seeing that he was blocked by many wild beasts, the head wolf howled, leading more than 500 wind leopards to slowly swim around, jogging and barking non-stop. Experienced beasts know that this is a prelude to an impending attack by wolves, and a threat that wolves are accustomed to.

After a moment of hesitation, seeing that the wolves were getting closer and closer, some lone gophers and antelopes and other wild beasts had no choice but to leave. Although the fog is good for the body, it is the small life that is the most important. There are only a few powerful phantom beasts or beasts that also live in groups, and they are so numerous that they are reluctant to leave.

"Whew!"

Seeing that there were still many wild beasts blocking his way, the head wolf finally got impatient. With a long howl, he led more than five hundred wind leopards to rush towards a group of three-toothed sword wolves like lightning, picking up soft persimmons and pinching them.

Although the three-toothed sword wolf is not a high-level phantom beast, its teeth are extremely sharp, and once a human phantom monk is bitten, there is almost no chance of survival.

And when the three-toothed sword wolf is at the end of its rope or even in a desperate situation, it can even shoot out the wolf hair that is as hard as iron on its body like an arrow, plus the number is huge, and the lethality is immeasurable.

If it weren't for the fact that only the three-toothed sword wolf was the weakest among the beasts present, the leading wolf would not be willing to go toe-to-toe with them.

Sure enough, seeing the wolves pounce fiercely, the three-toothed sword wolves were not to be outdone. Quickly lined up in a tight circular defensive formation, and with a long howl from the leader, he shot out the long hair on his body directly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A piercing sound of breaking the sky pierced Jiufang Ming's ears, and the extremely dense arrow rain pierced dozens of Fengxuan leopards into hedgehogs. But as the distance closes, it's the turn of the Wind Leopards to exert their might.

The fanged mouth erupted with sharp wind blades, killing the three-toothed sword wolves to the ground.

Seeing that a long-distance attack was not an opponent, the leader of the three-toothed sword wolf the size of a calf roared loudly and led dozens of strong three-toothed sword wolves to rush out, hoping to disrupt the formation of the wolf pack, but the result was in vain. Before they could get closer, they were sliced all over their bodies by the endless wind blades.

Immediately afterward, the head wolf led a group of fierce Fengxuan leopards to hug up, and in the blink of an eye, the three-toothed sword wolf that pounced on him was torn to pieces.

Seeing this, the rest of the three-toothed sword wolves all took a few steps back.

Seeing that they were not opponents, the three-toothed sword wolves had no choice but to flee, and the Fengxuan leopard did not chase after them as they usually hunted. In order to occupy a place where the fog was thicker, he began to attack a group of golden-threaded pythons not far from the Nine Directions.

The waist of the emperor python is as thick as a bucket, the longest is almost twenty meters, the body is black and white, and there is a golden markings on its back. Not only is it infinitely powerful, but it is also highly poisonous, and after being poisoned, the prey is often black in the blink of an eye and cannot breathe.

Under the desperate counterattack of almost three hundred golden-threaded pythons, although the number was almost half, the Fengxuan leopard could not take advantage of it for a while. can avoid the opponent's fangs, but is often slapped out by the opponent's powerful snake tail, and the two sides are evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish. At the same time, the rest of the phantom beasts also began to fish in troubled waters, trying their best to squeeze forward.

Unlike usual, under the shroud of mist, as long as it is not fatal with a single blow, the wound will slowly stop bleeding automatically, and even recover soon. Therefore, some powerful phantom beasts have no fear, and they have launched attacks on the guys who are in the way. Slowly, the scene became more and more chaotic.

Under the earth-shattering fighting sound of the phantom beasts, Jiufang Ming slowly came back to his senses. When I opened my eyes, I saw a river of blood flowing around me, and countless phantom beasts were fighting for each other like mad dogs, and I couldn't help but be startled, and I almost fell off the treetops.

Looking at the dense phantom beasts outside the Lost Trace Array, looking at the crazy killing, Jiufang couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp. After watching coldly for a long time, I saw many weak phantom beasts hiding in the distance and devouring the mist, which probably understood the reason why many phantom beasts were killing.

And Jiufang sat and watched the show, ready to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Just when all the phantom beasts were in chaos, suddenly, a black cloud flew from the sky, the speed was very fast, and it reached the sky above the fog in the blink of an eye.

Jiufang looked at it intently, and it turned out that the blackened clouds turned out to be a group of black thunderbirds.

According to the memories of the tamed phantom beasts, although the Thunderbird is only a sixth-order phantasm beast, it has a strong attack power, can emit a powerful purple lightning, and a large group appears. Not to mention a high-level illusionist who is about the same level as a sixth-order phantom beast, he is an illusion emperor, and he has to take a detour when he encounters a large group of thunderbirds.

After circling around the thick mist, the Thunderbird swooped down like lightning towards the Wind Xuan Leopard and the Golden-threaded Python on the ground, making Jiufang Ming breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he had not yet revealed his whereabouts for the time being.

After a whistling, many thunderbirds emitted lightning as thick as bowls, which turned many wind leopards or golden-threaded pythons into darkness. Then he dived down like a bomber, and with a grasp of the half-foot-long claws, he pulled out the internal organs of his prey.

Some ptarmigans are so crazy that they even take their desperately struggling prey into the air, and tear the prey in half with a single force of their claws. The entrails and blood were sprinkled all over the ground like rain, and it was bloody.

The Thunderbird not only attacks the Wind Leopard and the Goldenrod Python, but even the Bantam and Komodo Clouded Leopard who are hiding on the side. It seems that it is ready to monopolize this rare mist. After understanding the Thunderbird's attempt, the rest of the phantom beasts were not to be outdone, and they joined forces to fight back.

All of a sudden, the two sides killed and roared. Fortunately, due to the effect of the Trace Array, the phantom beasts had not yet discovered the trace of the Nine Directions for a while.

In the midst of the scuffle, no one noticed that as the Nine Directions harvested their strength, the mist began to slowly fade. The Thunderbird and many phantom beasts were furious, their eyes were red, and they seemed to have forgotten the original intention of devouring the mist.

The Thunderbird attacks sharply, and the Phantom Beasts join forces to win in numbers. Under the madness, the two sides were evenly matched, and the killing was a little inseparable.

Although the Thunderbird is physically strong, it can't take advantage of the wind blade of the Wind Xuan Leopard, the venom of the Golden Thread Python, and the bursting fireball of the Lagos Clouded Leopard.

On the contrary, some little guys who lacked strength and were clever secretly hid in the periphery and swallowed a lot of fog, and seeing that the fog was getting lighter and weaker, they began to leave quietly.

The result of both is naturally a lose-lose situation!